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Chapter 6
Hours passed as they drove across Illinois, trying to get to Missouri within the day. Thomas’ head lied on Maggie’s shoulder as he snored. “He’s so loud.”
William smiled as she complained, “I think he’s drooling on me!” They laughed softly to not wake up the rest of their comrades.
Margaret and William’s friendship had expanded throughout the several hours after he’d comforted her. She was glad to have him there with her and she couldn’t figure out how to tell him just that.
Will Grayson enjoyed her presence, but that was it. Margaret Grace Whitmore reminded him of home and of his little sisters waiting for his return. Although, Maggie was a lot fiercer than his little sisters could ever be.
He couldn’t believe she’d disrespected General Trask to get him out of one month of dishes earning herself five. She was going to get herself killed.
Thoughts ran through both of the nineteen year olds heads as they leaned against each other and succumbed to the night.
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Sunlight streamed through the small cracks of windows in the trucks as the morning came to life. Everyone’s’ eyes blinked back sleep as the trucks rolled to a stop. The soldiers unloaded their bags and began to get off the truck, but Maggie remained curled up unconscious.
“Maggie, you have to get up.” Will pushed her shoulder and wondered how she ever got up on her own on time. “Maggie! Get up.” She wasn’t even stirring. “Maggie, breakfast is waiting.”
Her head flung up, her hair in tangles swimming around her face as her green eyes blinked through the light. “Good morning, William. Where is everyone?”
“Already outside, let’s go. You need to change your bandages, too.”
Maggie quickly stood and they began to unwrap her leg. The bandages were blood stained and her leg needed to be washed off before they replaced the old cloth. The wound was gently washed and dressed by William before they arrived outside with the rest of the troop.
They stopped as General Trask was instructing everyone what to do. “Good morning Grayson, Whitmore. Grayson today I need you to help the others do maintenance on the trucks, guns, and just about everything else.” His eyes had been locked on Private Grayson, but as the soldier saluted him and walked to his assignment he had to look at Private Whitmore.
“Morning General. What am I doing today?” He couldn’t help but smile at her childish tendencies, but he knew she wouldn’t appreciate what he was going to tell her.
“Today and for the rest of the month you will do dishes, take care of your damn leg, and help me.” Her nose twitched when he finished speaking, he followed her eyes to the other soldiers, cleaning their guns and trucks.
“Why can’t I-“
“Do not argue with me Miss. Whitmore, unless you want another month of dishes?” She looked at him in disbelief before rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath. “What was that Whitmore?”
“Sir, yes sir!” After sarcastically saluting him she stomped her way to the tub of dirty water and dishes. The smell of days old food was atrocious and she couldn’t fathom why anyone should be punished with dishes.
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